Bring The Crowd

Do it like this (Yeah)

You know we do it like this (Like what)

You know we do it like this

You know we do it like this

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From the front to the back we got this whole spot hoppin

When Kingspade hits the stage you know the party starts poppin

Yeah it starts poppin, it's poppin come'on please

Kingspade we bring the green we got them Christmas trees

With different herbs for each season we be smoking 'em down

Burnin joints for no reason puff or pass it around

Puff or pass don't burn the joint stay lit that's what it is

When we rhyme through we tighten though we smokin on a crip

Smoking on the crip blazin on the bud getting love

You know who really holds it down when push comes to shove

A pack of zig zags you better bring don't front

Never skippin a beat when we talk about the bud

Cause of the fact is we the kings of the spades

A smoking weed is a job that's why we really get paid

We the kings of the spades smoking weed that's what's up

You know D-Loc and Johnny Richter never ever get fucked

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Kingspade number one we dropped the seed and watched it grow

Next thing you know we out on the road doin shows

On the road rockin mics we keep it tight for life

Kingspade stay high - every day stay high

Getting lit every night and wakin up not till noon

A new city new people with another gig to do

Another blut, another sac, another city, another dolla

When we chasin the money, you know the p town bothers

Listen holla, if ya feel me, come on make some noise

For D-Loc and J Richter we're the mothafuckin' boys

Come holla at them boys, yo come holla at them boys

When we callin out'cha bluffs come and holla at them boys

We all live for the weed and lay it all on the line

With pocket aces up our sleeves we roll the sevens with the dice

Like a hot n headed vice black n red it go round

When it comes to big chips you know we holdin down the krown

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From the back to the front, Subnoize we puffin blunts

In the club drinkin beer, give a fuck don't really care

So get up off your asses and let it be known

Who be runnin the castle, who be ownin the throne

Loose lips sink ships you better shut the fuck up (Simon says)

Bitch-ass you better shut the fuck up

And get the fuck outta here take your bitch ass home

Take your bitch ass home, you best be leave it alone

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